A three-sentence email at midnight
It was almost midnight, and I was sitting at the small table in my apartment in Amsterdam Noord, writing a reply to an email that I was convinced was going to end my career.
Stories
First-hand accounts of moving, starting over, and learning the unwritten rules of a new place. Each one is filed under the route it travelled.
Windhoek to Amsterdam8,415 km, Job Angula
Learn the grammar before you judge the manners
In the Namibia I grew up in, communication is layered. You soften bad news. You wrap a criticism in three kindnesses.
A career abroad is two careers
In Namibia, and in South Africa, a young family is rarely alone. There are grandmothers and aunts within reach. We had none of that.
Your routeWherever you started
The next story here could be yours.
The first year you said nothing in meetings. The school gate where the other parents already knew each other. The call home you made before work. Write it down and send it in; we read every one.